Posts by - andromeda

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  • THEY SEE ME ROLLING && open

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    Windingcub was bad at all things requiring creativity and the complicated use of paws, but she joined in anyways. "I'll participate," she said, grabbing a pawful of clay.


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  • THE GREEN SUN - CLOSED - ART SHOP

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    yep thanks


    ill start the drawings tomorrow, at the very least monday
    also oops i forgot


    peri - 24,250 silver
    dreamducklings - 20,500 silver


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  • we belong way down below [o, meet & greet]

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    "Name's Windingcub," she said, assuming it was a meet and greet after what he said. She didn't like obeying orders, but it would be better to actually know people in the clan's names. This time, she'd actually listen. "You?" Besides, the guy sounded immediately like an asshole, so if she knew his name she'd be able to bad-mouth and trash talk him behind his back.


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  • They're going to multiply. (Open, Joining)

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    "Yes, of course, the whole territory is hers. Not a single living being," Windingcub snorted as she padded towards the dragon. "Name's Windingcub. Welcome to the clan, I guess." She already knew she'd gotten off on the wrong foot with the dragon - ah well. He looked like an asshole.


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  • looking out for the world above ]] quick meeting, open

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    Oh, alright. He didn't really expect that, as his activity wasn't over the top or anything. Now he'd have to actually do stuff. Masking his surprise, he responded, "Thank you. I could go to Graveclan, Tidalclan, and Bloodclan to invite them for the feast, too."



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  • I'M GONNA BE AN OPTIMIST ABOUT THIS » open, talent show

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    It'd taken a relatively short amount of time to get the whole thing ready - a stage from those plastic blocks, some pillows in front of the stage, and a half-working microphone. August hadn't really set up the whole thing, just found them in a junkyard in the forest and reassembled it at the courtyard.


    "Everyone, listen up! I'm hosting a talent show, and if you want to participate, come to the stage over here and say whatever you want to do. Otherwise, you can sit in one of those pillows over there and watch." He winced as the microphone crackled, and waited.



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  • AND I'LL KNEEL DOWN - private, sandangel

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    It was one of those days where you did nothing at all, drifting in and out of uncomfortable sleep. Windingcub sat on a tree, watching a bird make its nest. The bird had deemed her safe, or so it seemed, from the fact that she was almost unmoving and breathing shallowly. The snow leopard sighed and rolled over onto her stomach. She was bored out of her mind.


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  • looking out for the world above ]] quick meeting, open

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    "Alright." He dipped his head as well, following Serendipity's example. Authority was never one of his strong spots, although he could get used to it. Being a lancer wouldn't be that bad, he guessed. With that thought, August padded off towards the would-be invited clans.



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  • I'M GONNA BE AN OPTIMIST ABOUT THIS » open, talent show

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    At this rate, he'd never get any performers. The only people actually active were the ones sitting in front of him. Maybe he could perform, but that'd just be boring, with one person on stage. Offer prizes? Head spinning, he said into the microphone, "Prizes would be given to the ones who win - first place, 1000 silver, second place, 500 silver, and third place, 250 silver. Also food and whatever." He paused - he'd have to get the food later, and that'd be a mess. "Anyone can perform, you don't need to have a specific talent. Dance, rap, sing, whatever."



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  • I'D GIVE ANYTHING ( open, party )

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    Perfect. August was in the mood for a party, and he loved parties. Especially if there was alcohol or confetti. He grinned, licking his lips as he examined the choices of prey. Snagging a shrew, he nibbled on the stuff as he waited for more people to arrive. There wasn't any fun in sitting with one single person. Parties were always a social event.



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  • ASSHAT » open, invitation

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    August stood by the border of the clan, waiting for someone to arrive and question him. Or, at least, just someone to arrive. The tiger wouldn't shout out his news to an empty border.



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  • I'M DYING FOR COMPANY ( open )

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    "Yo," he said, padding down to stand beside her. The simple greeting seemed extremely loud and disturbing in the quiet scene. Wincing, he watched the sand melt away behind his paws, raising a foreleg to see the indentation in the ground.



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